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“Hang on, sweet boy.” I kiss his inner thigh and hurry inside to grab the lube. Dropping to my knees next to the table he’s spread out on, I slick up my fingers and press them against his hole. Two fingers go in easily. I thrust them a few times, making sure there’s enough lube, then hook my fingers to find his prostate. Eli’s hips buck off the table, his hands gripping the edges of the table as I stroke that pleasure spot.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, riding my fingers.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I coax, speeding up my fingers.
“Hu. Ung. Fuuuck.”
I chuckle and pull my fingers from him and find the lube again to coat myself. I press against him and sink into his hot hole in one thrust. Grabbing the backs of his knees, I push them into his chest and thrust again. When his eyes roll back, I know I’ve got the right angle and set a quick pace. I want to fuck him unconscious, and if I keep this pace up, I fucking will. My boy is greedy for orgasms, and I’m oh-so happy to give them to him.
“You look so sexy taking my dick,” I growl, leaning onto his legs to arch his hips so I can get deeper.
“Oh god,” he moans.
My thrusts get harder, pounding him into the fucking table as I take his body the way I want. I love how he takes me, so open and vulnerable. His body so responsive that I never have to wonder if he likes something I’m doing.
Eli trembles and cries out, arching his neck as he comes on his stomach while my hips slap against his ass.
“Good fucking boy.” His hole tightens around me as he spasms the last of his orgasm, pushing me to my own. I come inside him, making his hole wet and sloppy, as goose bumps erupt on my skin. I lean on the table for a minute, my eyes closed as I catch my breath.
When I open them, Eli is asleep, his body completely relaxed. I smile to myself and run a hand over his messy curls before pulling out of him and picking him up. He grumbles a little but doesn’t open his eyes as I wipe him down quickly and carry him to the bed. I lay down next to him, cover us up, and pass out with the love of my life pressed against me.
Elliot
When my eyes open, it’s bright outside. I vaguely remember stumbling back to the villa last night, but I don’t remember losing my clothes. Turning my head, Asher is sitting up in the bed next to me, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, flicking through his phone.
“Morning, almost husband.” He smirks at me as I sit up.
“Morning,” I mumble. Glancing down at my left hand, I smile at the pearl ring he placed there last night. At the memories that come with it and the promises. Over the last several months, he’s shown how much he loves me by making me a priority. Even with his crazy football schedule, he never forgets to call or text me. I was never forgotten or shoved to the side. Not once did he ask me to dress a certain way or hide me. He embraces me the way I am and loves me for what makes me, me.
“Go get something to eat. I’m going to go get ready at Aaron’s villa. Jordan will be here any minute.” He kisses my lips softly and gets out of bed. “I suggest putting pants on before she arrives.”
Shit. That’s a good idea.
I grumble and grab a pair of shorts from the dresser and find breakfast on the table on the deck as Asher opens the door to let Jordan in.
Jordan joins me on the deck and picks at the breakfast with me. I’m anxious but not. It’s the strangest feeling. I’m not worried about things going wrong for once. I just want to be his.
“How ya feeling?” Jordan asks, picking at a croissant. “You were white boy wasted last night.”
“I feel better than I have any right to,” I admit, eating a strawberry and looking out over the turquoise water. “I’m anxious but not nervous.”
“Good. You’ve got about ten more minutes before you have to get into the shower,” she informs me, checking her phone.
“What’s Brit up to?” I ask.
“They have stuff to do today. You’ll see them later.” Jordan picks up a champagne flute and takes a drink of her mimosa.
“Okay, I’m going to shower. Do you know where my clothes are? Asher didn’t tell me,” I ask as I stand up.
“Yup. Go shower and I’ll get it all laid out for you.” She smiles at me, obviously very proud of herself.
I huff but go and shower. I make sure to get my hair dealt with, applying the products I’ll need to keep it from frizzing too much in the breeze. Once I’m dried off and my hair has been scrunched, curled with a brush, and plopped to dry for a bit, I head into the bedroom with a towel around my waist and find a long, cream satin sheath dress with a high neck and bare shoulders. It’s gorgeous.
I cover my mouth with my hand as I stare at it.
“It-it’s—it’s perfect.” Tears well up, but I let them fall down my cheeks as my best friend hugs me.
“I would like to take credit for it, but it was all Asher,” she admits with her arm around my shoulder.
